The way the robot-empire experiment in the Atlantic League is configured, no should especially threaten the work of human judges, who are still tasked with communicating balls and strikes and acting as a failure against computer problems. This is good news for all human judges, but maybe not more than Rob Drake, who got involved on Monday night with a particularly unexplained hit zone.
In the second inning of the Dodgers-Padres game, Drake called out a 2-1 slider from Padres pitcher Eric Lauer, facing cunning slugger Cody Belinger. The discipline of Bellinger's eyes and plates is enormous, but this terrain could almost literally not be a bigger blow than it was:
Not only the blow, i. this is also a crowded grapefruit with a mistake and if called a strike properly or if the appearance of the dish ends with an out instead of a walk, Belinger would kick himself to not tattoo this step in the stratosphere. Eventually Bellinger came across the bases and Lauer would continue to collect profits so there was nothing wrong, right? Not exactly.
The consequence of a referee having a terribly curled strike zone, players lose their ability to predict what will be and will not be called a strike. Drake's strike zone was particularly chaotic for left-handed pitchers, which meant the Dodgers lineup, which faced eight innings on the left, was blurry and annoying. In the ninth inning, with two downs and a baseline finish, Drake made a not-so-controversial kick to a poor Kirby Yeats 1-2 quick ball from outside the corner, and Justin Turner let Drake hear it.
It's less disturbing than what the terrain is called a stroke – it seemed like a blow to me, and anyway it's a nasty terrain and I prefer to think of this is a blow – how Drake apparently described the pitch, to Turner:
Baseball America had an interesting article recently on how robot amps can get lost by a certain kind of a precision pitcher that bites corners and successfully irritates a wider area of impact from sinful human amps. This possibility, plus concerns about the potentially lost art of framing the pitch, contributes to a worthy aesthetic counterpoint to the seemingly inevitable movement toward the robot matrix, which, through this calculation, will further emphasize clean and unstable power. It may not work out this way, but it is worth considering the unintended consequences, especially if they could propel the game to an even more exaggerated version of what is happening in 2019.
But as soon as I started to move the collar over the impending technological interruption of baseball inspiring, here comes Rob Drake, puzzling the extremely annoyed lineup of the Dodgers and making a powerfully compelling case for hiring Rob Drake. If nothing else, Robo Drake would never exaggerate the pitch to justify a conversation that doesn't need an excuse. Robo Drake will say bleep blorp and let Justin Turner suck that .